"Mmmmmmm." Dan murmurs as he wraps his arms around her waist and snuffles along the back of her neck, "waffles?"
Blair smiles knowingly. Cooking classes have been paying off. She shakes her head.
"Crepes."
"What!" Dan replies, a little bit of mock outrage but not really paying attention to what Blair is saying as he's turning her around, pressing her back against the stove, kissing the spot of bare skin where her robe has slipped down her shoulder a bit.
"Um, the kids will be up any minute."
"Uh huh," Dan says absently, gently biting the skin there. Blair feels her head start to spin.
"We really don't need Atticus and Daisy reporting us messing around in the kitchen back to Serena."
"Mmmmmmm…"
"Dammit Dan, my crepes are going to burn! And the stove is hot, so I'll burn too."
"Crepes?" he says, releasing Blair and paying a little more attention, "not waffles?"
"Crepes." Blair says firmly.